Улисс
Chapter 9
AndsaysJohnWyse:
—Fullmanyaflowerisborntoblushunseen.
AndsaysLenehanthatknowsabitofthelingo:
—ConspuezlesAnglais!PerfideAlbion!
Hesaidandthenliftedheinhisrudegreatbrawnystrengthyhandsthemedherofdarkstrongfoamyaleand,utteringhistribalsloganLamhDeargAbu,hedranktotheundoingofhisfoes,araceofmightyvalorousheroes,rulersofthewaves,whositonthronesofalabastersilentasthedeathlessgods.
—What’supwithyou,saysItoLenehan.Youlooklikeafellowthathadlostabobandfoundatanner.
—Goldcup,sayshe.
—Whowon,MrLenehan?saysTerry.
—Throwaway,sayshe,attwentytoone.Arankoutsider.Andtherestnowhere.
—AndBass’smare?saysTerry.
—Stillrunning,sayshe.We’reallinacart.BoylanplungedtwoquidonmytipSceptreforhimselfandaladyfriend.
—Ihadhalfacrownmyself,saysTerry,onZinfandelthatMrFlynngaveme.LordHowarddeWalden’s.
—Twentytoone,saysLenehan.Suchislifeinanouthouse.Throwaway,sayshe.Takesthebiscuit,andtalkingaboutbunions.Frailty,thynameisSceptre.
SohewentovertothebiscuittinBobDoranlefttoseeiftherewasanythinghecouldliftonthenod,theoldcurafterhimbackinghisluckwithhismangysnoutup.OldMotherHubbardwenttothecupboard.
—Notthere,mychild,sayshe.
—Keepyourpeckerup,saysJoe.She’dhavewonthemoneyonlyfortheotherdog.
AndJ.J.andthecitizenarguingaboutlawandhistorywithBloomstickinginanoddword.
